Waking the boys is always an adventure. There are days when they spring out of bed and wake ME up (but never on a school day), and days when, no matter what we do, they roll over, channel their inner teenagers and start farting & grunting.
Today was no exception. I received 1 farter, I moaner (who also tried to kick me), and one who looked me straight in the eye, started a conversation and drifted right back into sleepy-land.
Piggy was Mr. Sleep-Land this morning. I tried waking him again, and this is what happened:
Piggy: 'MOM! (frantically inspects his hands) Show me your hands!
Me: holds out hands palm down, wondering what the heck.
Piggy: 'Now the unders! Quick!'
Me: shrugs & does as requested, wondering where in the world this is going.
Piggy: shrieks 'No! It's not YOU get'n old, it's MEEEEEEEEEEE!'
Then he rolled over and went back to sleep.
On a side note, Stanky informed me yesterday that my right foot looks old. Not the left, just the right. Yes, this is my life.